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Dead and Alive(3)

"The best way to deal with their corps is to lure them into our pre-set ambush circle, and then use cavalry to launch a surprise attack at close range, so that their artillery fire cannot be used to their advantage. If it is not possible to ambush, in the field, it is necessary to search for and clear their artillery clusters with cavalry at all costs. If we can't find their gun position in a short time, our men and horses must rush to within a hundred paces of the opponent as quickly as possible and engage in a melee......"

Many years later, at the military school of the Golden Horde, a visiting professor in his twilight years, General Arakhan, preached.

"Why don't we use artillery to shoot at them? Why not use traditional gallop and trample tactics? The son of a Mongol prince stood up and asked dissatisfied.

In the face of the vigorous offensive of the combined forces of the Chinese tribes, the Mongol khanates of the Western Regions were rarely united again, and many veterans with combat experience with the Chinese army were hired to teach tactics. The children and grandchildren of the Khans also stepped on the war horse again, reminiscing about the glory of their fathers, and trying to revive the glory of the Mongols in the era of Genghis Khan.

Arakhan is one of the few veterans who survived the battlefield in the Central Plains. Faced with the ignorant and arrogant questions of the juniors, the old general's face changed, and he pondered for a long time before he sighed and gave the answer: "First, our artillery, regardless of number and range, is far inferior to the other side. As for your second question, I think it's very simple, because times have changed, and tradition can no longer allow us to survive! ”

Times have changed, and this is the summary of his experience on the entire Central Plains battlefield. And the starting point of the experience began just outside Anxi City, behind an unknown mound.

Taking advantage of the beginning of the first official attack, Arhan led two thousand elite light horsemen out of his position. With speed, it was a traditional tactic of the Mongol army to make a detour back to the enemy's flank. There are also many variations derived from this traditional tactic. Every change is a summary of the successful experience of predecessors, and every change can kill people.

Arakhan rushed quickly, it was an encounter, and the Song artillery had not yet been arranged. If he can find the gun position and kill the gunner before the cannon can cause extensive damage to his side. The 70,000 yuan army will instantly lock in the victory. More than half a month ago, Marshal Da Chun defeated the 15,000 elites of Xiao Mingzhe's department with this move.

Da Chun once passed on the experience of that battle to his colleagues from afar without reservation. Arkhan had plenty of reason to think he was winning the same victory. However, he ignored two key points in Dachun's winning experience, first, Dachun was in his chosen battlefield, and the decisive battle with Xiao Mingzhe was equivalent to a well-prepared ambush. Second, in order to speed up the march, Xiao Mingzhe's troops only carried about two dozen light artillery.

Behind Zhang Tang, however, was an artillery division, an artillery division with hundreds of artillery pieces and an infantry regiment, that is, the artillery cluster that Arakhan later summarized. In order to effectively provide support to the artillery division, Zhang Tang even left the second regiment of the elite and iron-blooded centurion Wang Shi (Wang Laoshi) behind the battle as a reserve force.

The shouting of killing shook the sky, and Ali Hague used war drums to urge his soldiers to rush hard. More than 20,000 soldiers and horses marched in scattered formations, and from a distance, it looked like a flash flood suddenly appeared on flat ground. And the army of the Broken Soldiers, hidden behind the chariots, looked as small as pebbles blocking in front of the torrent.

The forward was a thousand paces from the enemy and was not hit by artillery.

The advance was 800 paces away from the enemy, and the artillery still did not move. Even the soldiers of the Broken Army on the opposite side were like sleeping volcanoes, silently refusing to make a sound.

The forward was five hundred paces away from the enemy, and Ali Hague, who was watching the battle from a distance holding a treasure telescope captured from the Battle of Yashan, felt his heart beating wildly, and the muddy sweat flowed down his helmet and slid over his eyelids, leaving muddy marks on the "jewel" piece on the telescope.

He never took a bath, his body exuded a stench, and his body was like a demon, and he actually felt nervous for the first time in his life. I was so nervous that I wanted to tear my throat open and shout a few words loudly.

"Dashuai!" A soldier ran over and pointed to the head of Anxi City with his hand.

Ali Hague looked over the telescope unhappily, and saw the head of Anxi City, on the towering carving bucket, I don't know when he picked up two blue-green horn flags, one up and down, shaking rhythmically.

"Send a team of cavalry to shoot the southerners on the eagle bucket to death!" Ali Hague commanded loudly, and instinctively, he sensed what message the people on the carving bucket were transmitting to the broken army on the opposite side.

Dozens of Mongolian archers rushed out and rushed straight to the city of Anxi. Compared to the 20,000 marching troops marching to the beat of drums, their momentum was really small, and they were soon drowned in the smoke and dust that obscured the sky and the sun.

Ali Hague turned around and continued to watch the game. The drums beat like a tide, and the Yuan army stepped on every step of the drum and moved forward slowly. The distance between the two sides has been compressed to less than four hundred steps, and the air between the two sides is so suppressed that it almost explodes. Different from the previous battlefields, at this distance, I didn't see some scattered and weak feather arrows shot by some Song soldiers who couldn't bear the pressure.

The captives did not fire a single crossbow or cannon, and shouted a shout. There was only one breath of qi that was emitted in the entire car array, a fierce and incomparable murderous aura. oppressed the spirit of the soldiers of the Yuan army, and every time they took a step forward, they were moved and extremely difficult.

Three hundred steps, Shi Du, the vanguard general, finally couldn't bear this pressure, untied the horn from the horse's neck and put it to his mouth.

The mournful horn of the bull horn sounded from the Mongol army, piercing the golden drum that shook the sky. Next to Shi Du, each of the pro-soldiers picked up the same horn and blew it at the same time.

The drums stopped abruptly.

The 20,000 Mongolian soldiers shouted and rushed forward. The loose formation slowly gathered, and around the centurions, they gathered into a sharp knife shape.

Ali Hague nodded with satisfaction, this is the elite under his command. Anxious, Xu Ruoye fox. In an instant, the switch from slow to urgent, coupled with the change of formation, did not stagnate. If it weren't for the soldiers of a hundred battles, they would never have been able to do such smooth movements.

The rest of the matter is to see how much combat effectiveness the captivity army has. With his previous combat experience, Ali Hague dared to guarantee that in a single pillar of incense, his striker could break through to the first base of the Breaker Army and stab the seemingly solid defense line on the opposite side into a sieve.

The Mongols were the kings of the field, and no one dared to compete with the Mongols in the field. In previous battles, although the Breaker Army had annihilated the Yetmi Division and the Suodu Division, it had relied on ambushes and sieges rather than frontal engagements. Ali Hague didn't think it was a real field battle. And this time in front of us is the real one, a hard encounter that neither side is prepared for, and neither strategy nor strategy can be used.

Two hundred paces, the Northern Yuan archers with good bows in their hands had already begun the first round of air diffusion. The long arrow whistled and broke through the air like a wolf's howl, drawing a neat arc under the blue sky, slashing diagonally behind the carriage of the Broken Army.

Several of the horn flags marked the horn were smashed, and the flagpole became abruptly bare, and the broken strips of cloth flew in the wind carried by the feathered arrows.

"Collapse, collapse, collapse" The monotonous sound of the bowstring sounded slowly. The Breakers began to fight back in an organized manner with bed crossbows, and powerful crossbow arrows flew against the wind, occasionally pushing a forward Northern Yuan general out of the queue.

But the number of bed crossbows was too small after all to give the impact of tens of thousands of people, creating any obstacles.

One hundred and seventy paces, the battle flag was also raised in the middle of the captive army, towering into the clouds. Along with the flaming red battle flag, there was also a string of pale yellow lanterns, five, and in each lantern, there was a faint flickering fire.

"What is he doing, lighting lanterns in broad daylight?" Ali Hague thought in surprise.

As if answering his question, a burst of muffled thunder suddenly rolled in mid-air, and hundreds of black dots, with smoke tails, rose into the air not far behind the battle formation of the Broken Army, flew quickly over the battle formation, and smashed between three hundred and six hundred steps in front of the car formation.

The Yuan army that rushed forward was instantly separated into two sections by the black smoke. In the black smoke, red fire points flashed one after another, and each time they flashed, they were accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The explosions were one after the other, and it was impossible to distinguish the difference in between. The heat wave and the smell of sulfur rushed in, piercing Ali Hague's eyes.

"The broken army on the opposite side has artillery!" That was his first reaction.

"The broken army on the opposite side has hundreds of artillery, immortal God, did you really abandon the Mongols?" Ali Hague's second reaction was a tingling in his heart. As soon as his eyes darkened, the battle-hardened general almost fell off his horse.

During the assault on Yashan, the defenders' artillery fire had already left an unforgettable impression on him. Therefore, before the battle between the two armies, he did not take the luck of the broken army on the opposite side without artillery to help the battle.

However, the sudden blow still made his mind foggy.

The defenders on the cliff also bombarded the Mongols with artillery, but their shells were scattered and scattered, ranging from fifteen hundred to five hundred paces, almost every distance. As long as the Yuan army is not near the landing point of the shells, they can guarantee that they are safe and sound. So no matter how fierce the defenders' artillery was, there was always someone who could rush to the front of the Song army. As long as there is a melee with the Song army, the advantage of artillery is gone, and no one will hit the shells in their positions unless they are crazy.

And today is different.

Today Ali Hague encountered a madman.

This madman was at a long distance, and did not take advantage of the artillery at all, but put all the soldiers and horses of the Northern Yuan Dynasty to follow. Let the Yuan armies scattered in groups converge into an array again.

Then, the indiscriminate artillery burst out, and at the same time hit the area around 500 paces.

This madman is not afraid that the cannonball will go off the rails and smash into his own formation.

Ali Hague couldn't count how many shells fell, but he knew that in the area covered in black smoke were more than 7,000 Tanma Red troops who were about to attack, and more than 3,000 Mongol heavy armor armed with spears.

The sight between the two sides was completely cut off, and several frightened horses neighed and fled from the smoke. There were no more riders on the empty saddle, and there were a few black shadows hanging on the side of the horses, and it was impossible to tell which part of the human body was from afar.

A second wave of thunder rang out, and the smoke covered the escaped horses, and explosions, plumes of smoke, and dust became all the scenery that could occasionally be seen in the smoke. The moment the fire flickered, the soldiers who had not yet attacked could see their desperate and painful companions who had been thrown to the ground in the smoke. The fire dissipated, and everything was hidden in smoke again.

The Mongol warriors, who were preparing for the next sortie, were stunned, and the footsteps of their horses moved backwards imperceptibly. It was as if a cannonball that exploded from 1,500 steps away would fly over and fall on their heads at any moment. Some of the archers and pikemen began to diverge in formation, and some looked anxiously at their superiors, hoping to hear the long-lost word "retreat".

Retreat, is a disgrace to the Mongols. But in the face of unpredictable forces, such a retreat is not very embarrassing.

Ali Hague's hand pressed against the hilt of the knife, and veins emerged from the back of his hand. This is the golden knife that his ancestors were given when they followed Genghis Khan's war horse, and they never pointed backwards. Ali Hague felt his body tremble, and he tried to stabilize his mind, but he couldn't control his heart no matter what.

A third wave of thunder sounded, followed by a deathly silence. The sound of shouting and killing came out from behind the thick smoke, and it sounded like it was dozens of miles away, so slim.

Ali Hague knew that it was a soldier cut off by the shelling, and he was fighting fiercely with the captives behind the chariot. But he couldn't see the battle situation clearly, he could only see the smoke slowly approaching and spreading in front of him.

The smell of blood and sulfur grew heavier and heavier, and finally a survivor escaped from behind the smoke and stumbled towards the Yuan army's main formation. One, two, three, more, covered in blood, lost weapons and horses, and ran for their lives.

"Archer prepare!" Ali Hague finally drew his golden sword, and he heard his voice cry like a ghost, "Stop the retreaters, and let them disperse to the flanks and stand by." If you don't obey, you will be killed! ”

"Kill!" The soldiers habitually shouted along, and after shouting, they suddenly realized that the marshal had killed their own people this time, and they looked at each other in surprise and looked at the front of the army with sympathy.

Several soldiers who couldn't distinguish their faces ran over with each other's arms, and the commander who led the archers stepped forward to intercept them, but was bypassed by the routs, and he blocked them again, and the routs went around again, and the routs went around again, and they couldn't listen to them at all.

"Brothers, you can't storm the main formation, and the great commander will allow you to go to the side to rest. The handsome man is gracious to you, and the side is on standby! The commander shouted with a cry.

No one paid any attention to him, and the soldiers who had escaped from the fire rushed past him, their black faces staring blankly.

The commander drew his sword and slashed two of them, and the third rout walked around the sky, not looking. Finally, he stopped choking, stopped blocking, choked up, raised his hand, and waved it off.

A row of feathered arrows came flat and passed through the middle of the rout. And then, another row.

The rout who ran at the front seemed to have been hit on the head, and he fell unwillingly. His hand covered his chest, and blood spurted out like a spring from the shaft of the arrow.

"Those who attack the formation will be killed!" Ali Hague's own soldiers shouted hoarsely. The more than 2,000 soldiers who followed heard the familiar military method, their footsteps slowed down, and finally someone woke up in front of the blood and ran to the flank.

"Come on, beat the drum for Ben Shuai!" Ali Hague shouted.

The low beat of drums sounded again on the battlefield, with madness, with a hint of desperation. The soldiers who were looking for a way to retreat seemed to have been suddenly drunk, and the spirit of the spirit shuddered, straightened up, and stood in the middle of the group.

Retreating one after another, the war horses that were almost impulsive in their own formation also pricked up their ears, and their hooves struck back and forth on the ground. The Mongolian warrior on horseback has a scimitar in his hand, and his face is full of absoluteness.

"Under the throne of the Great Khan, there are only warriors who have died in battle!" Ali Hague shouted frantically.

"Under the throne of the Great Khan, there are only warriors who have died in battle!" More than 50,000 troops shouted in unison, and the shouts pierced through the smoke and went straight to the front of the broken army.

A Han centurion climbed over the carriage and jumped into the pawn sergeant's stroke. His martial arts skills were quite good, and a few dodges dodged, escaping the stabbing swords and spears that followed. Then, with a backhand, he slashed a Breaker soldier to the ground.

There was a strange feeling at the tip of the knife, the centurion lifted the knife, but found that he couldn't drive the war knife in the slightest, looked down, and saw the pawn of the broken army who was cut by him, holding the blade of the broken chain mail with both hands, and sneered at him.

A cool breeze hit the back of his head, and then the centurion couldn't see anything. The headless body threw itself to the ground and fell to the corpses of the other soldiers.

"Brothers, rush, rush forward. Rush into them so you don't get blown up! Captain Shi Du shouted loudly, urging the remnants of his command to jump into the car formation. He was in the front of the army and was not hit by shells. The tragic scene behind him made him feel desperate for survival. This desperate mood has instead become the spiritual pillar that leads his subordinates to fight to the end. Under his organization, more than 10,000 soldiers of the Yuan army, who were not affected by the artillery fire, desperately approached the main position of the broken army and launched a desperate attack.

There is no formation, no rules, but no care about life and death. They killed too many people and caused too many sins in Fujian, and no one believed that they would fall into the hands of the Broken Army and go back alive. And retreating, it is not certain whether they can escape the artillery bombardment, even if they are lucky not to be killed by artillery, Ali Hague's military regulations will not let them go.

The chariot formation arranged by Zhang Tang with a baggage cart was not without flaws, and the position between the chariots after unloading the war horse was the shortest, which was the weakest link in the chariot formation. A dozen surviving cavalrymen of the Tanma Red Army fired crossbow arrows and leaped over the wheels. There was a cheer from the attackers, and dozens of Han soldiers followed in the footsteps of the Tanma Red Army. According to their combat experience, the place where the cavalry stepped through the obstacle was definitely a gap, and widening this gap might save their own lives.

To their surprise, several of the horses were forced to slowly retreat into the dead corners and Jedi without adding speed.

A group of heavy infantry wrapped in iron armor, armed with a long-handled axe, pushed it flat. Axe kills. The cavalry scimitar slashed away, splashing a few sparks on the iron armor. Just as he was stunned, two battle axes crossed over, one to cut people and the other to chop horses.

The war horse neighed and fell. The party cavalry on horseback broke in two in mid-air.

"Step Man A?" The Han sergeant who came over shouted in surprise. During the siege of Lin'an, they had seen this kind of almost invulnerable equipment in the Great Song Imperial Forest Army. But after Empress Dowager Xie surrendered, none of the Mongol generals took these step armor for themselves. This kind of iron coffin weighing forty catties is not suitable for war at all, and with him, with the marching speed of the Yuan army, if he does not die in battle, he will be exhausted to death. (Drunkard's note: Foot armor, armor of heavy infantry in the Southern Song Dynasty.) According to historical records, it weighs more than 20 kilograms, and the whole body is impermeable. Because it is too expensive and too heavy, there are very few equipment in the army. After Song's death, thousands of pairs were seized in the storehouse. ）

Who would have expected that after Zhang Tang broke through Lin'an, he moved this outdated armor back in the warehouse. Using heavy infantry to hide behind the chariot and block the enemy's light cavalry, as well as the artillery cluster area of the close fire, is a tactic he has practiced many times on the new annexed army of Liangzhejiang. After practicing it, it was used to deal with Ali Hague, and it immediately achieved results.

The heavy infantry advanced step by step, and a dozen speculative Tanma Red soldiers were trapped in the small space next to the wheels, unable to advance or exit. The nearby Breaker crossbowmen calmly loaded their crossbows and shot down the live targets on their horses.

"Rush, the Great Khan is watching you from the sky!" Shi Du shouted, ran, and launched one strong attack after another in despair. Every time he attacked, he was kept out of the chariot.

Zhang Tang commanded the army with the banner language, and calmly beat the Yuan army that rushed up, and killed it in front of the chariot.

"Only by defeating the Yuan army in the field can they be convinced, and from now on they will look at your battle flag and leave!" On Baizhang Ridge, when Wen Tianxiang explained to everyone the essentials of guerrilla warfare, positional warfare, and encounter warfare, he looked forward to future wars, and once said so. Zhang Tang has been looking forward to this day for a long, long time since that day.

The shouts from the other side made him very excited, whether it was Shi Du's shouts or the shouts from afar, listening to Zhang Tang's ears, they all showed the same despair.

In the field, he may have been the first to defeat the superior Mongols to the point of losing confidence in victory.

Gently patting the captain of the guard on the shoulder, Zhang Tang pointed to Shi Du, who was running outside the car formation. The captain of the guard understood, beckoned three crossbowmen from his own soldiers, and quietly covered up.

In the sunlight, several bright spots flashed.

Captain Shi shook and planted his horse. At this moment, the car formation suddenly divided, and hundreds of broken soldiers with steel knives rushed out, going back and forth several times in front of the formation, and the remaining Yuan army was scattered.

Zhang Tang's gaze locked on Ali Hague's wool silk through the smoke of gunpowder.

Under the big line, Ali Hague's was already biting the corners of his mouth with hatred. However, he knew that he had not completely lost yet, that Arhan had been on his way for nearly half an hour, and that Arhan would not disappoint his expectations.

"Woo--woo!" Suddenly, several low horns sounded faintly from the side of the Broken Army. It was a horn that was only grown by a wild bull unique to the Mongolian steppe, and this rhyme, Ali Hague had listened to it all his life, and he would never be wrong.

"Talib, Vajranu, you lead the cavalry as a second team, loose formation, and start to storm when you are a thousand paces away from the enemy! Late shooting," Ali Hai immediately made a decision and shouted loudly.

"Huolihu, Zahir, you take all the foot soldiers and archers, after the cavalry launches an assault, quickly approach, rush to within a hundred paces of the enemy's formation, suppress the opponent's crossbowmen with bows and arrows, and the sword hand of Pu Dao hand comes forward and overturns the chariot!"

"Bo Luohan, follow me, lead all the rest of the Han and Tanma Red Army, as well as the wounded soldiers who retreated just now, to find an opportunity to kill. Retreat, die! ”

"Death to those who retreat!" Ali Hague's soldiers shouted after the manager, they don't know what prompted Ali Hague to make such a decision, but they are used to infinite trust and obedience to the coach.

More than 30,000 troops began a new round of attacks, knowing that they might never return, they still rushed forward without hesitation. Seeing the bravery of his subordinates who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, Ali Hague proudly raised his head and looked at the sky that was yellowed by blood mist and gunsmoke.

He saw the flagpole on the head of Xixi City. I don't know when, the turquoise corner flag fluttering in the sky above the eagle bucket has been shot down!

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